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Guardian of the Saurians 03

Red felt his mind slowly shifting as his form rocked within the amniotic fluid of Ceylon's womb. The days and nights had blended together ever since he had grown the telepathic link with her, and once she went into labor, he felt that link disconnect, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. Though he was buoyed by the fluid in the egg, he could still feel the temperature change as the end of the egg was exposed to the cool air of his den.

He had a lot of time to think about his current position while inside that egg. Mostly, all he could hear was the gurgling of Ceylon's internal systems followed by a juicy squelch as bits of air came in and were expelled through her birth canal. The entire ordeal seemed to blur into one disorienting mess, which didn't clear up until the warmth of her flesh slid over the girth of the egg, leaving him resting by himself, the low light of his den permeating the shell around him.

Almost instantly, he could feel the temperature change around him, the environment a much cooler one than the cozy fleshiness of her womb. That was okay, since she almost immediately sidled up next to him, using her warmth to incubate the egg.

Despite the shocking cool feeling of the egg against his back, he was quite comfortable. Once again, he fell into a deep, coma-like state as he floated within the egg. His form was curled up tight within the shell, his tail curled up between his bent legs, shoulders and elbows pressed out to the sides and his neck and skull perfectly fitting in the thin end of it. It was a little tight, but that was fine for him; he barely noticed.

Dreams overtook him, and every moment of his existence within that egg outside of the gryphon was a perpetual hallucination. At first, he started seeing swirls of colors and patterns shifting. Before long, those patterns turned to feathers on another of his kind. She was flashing him, showing him the underside of her tail. Only, in the dream, he couldn't mount her. Another raptor, this one male and of darker colors. Now this drake was chasing Red, and he had to run! It wasn't enough, the raptor caught him and forced him to the ground, penetrating him and filling him with seed.

That raptor dissipated in a puff of smoke, but then Red's belly started to grow, to swell. It must have been his eggs, except it was a very large egg, and he felt like he would never be able to pass it! He was bloated, a little uncomfortable, but his belly was round and gravid, and that made him feel quite good about himself. Every step he took, he started dropping eggs behind them. He saw this, so he started running! The more eggs, the better! Before long, there was an entire field of eggs standing on their blunt end, and as he watched, each egg exploded, creating a gooey mess on the walls, floor, and ceiling, but from that goo came a baby raptor! Cute little things, they were, but they started coming towards him, chirping with claws extended. It was too much all at once!

Red started to run once he floated back to the ground, his belly full of eggs, only to be stopped in the chest of a particularly large gryphon. It was Ceylon, except Ceylon was a dozen times her normal size. She spoke, but he couldn't hear the words. He turned back around, and now the chicks were adolescents, thousands of them packed so closely together that he couldn't see the ground beneath them. He knew he had to be there for his offspring, so he laid down on his belly and let them overcome him, guiding them towards himself, only to have them swarm him and start biting at him, playfully plucking feathers from his neck and back. Red didn't mind, since that's what parents did for their chicks.

That's when he woke. He opened his eyes inside the egg and he could feel that there were feathers and fur pressed down against the outer shell. Though unable to form that mental link, he could still feel the emotions of those around him - even through the egg - and he could feel Ceylon's presence on top of him, using her down to keep him warm. She had been here for a while, he could tell, and that made him feel special, right until he fell asleep again.

The raptor drifted in an out of consciousness for what felt like weeks. He would wake and focus on Ceylon's presence, but then he would fall back into sleep, where he would dream up odd fantasies of his offspring and hatchlings. It was an odd cycle, but it seemed to last much longer than he had hoped.

Eventually, he grew restless. The cycle was repeating itself and he was seeing the same dreams or variations of the existing dreams, and he needed to break free. That's when he started shifting inside the egg, kicking at the shell and nuzzling at the inner rim of it. He could feel his snout scraping against the membrane that lined the enamel, so he kept at it.

A sudden shift above was felt, and suddenly the shell that his back was pressed against fell cold. His empathetic receptors could feel a pride and happiness coming from Ceylon, but also from another source that he didn't recognize. Those confusing signals didn't stop him. He wanted out of the egg. It was time, and he couldn't stand it anymore. The goop that he floated in was nice, but Red needed out, he felt like his cozy confines had nothing left to offer him.

He flexed his haunches and pressed his snout to the egg, pushing with all his might until he heard a crack. He kept at it, nuzzling at the hard enamel, feeling it part and distend with every movement. More cracks, more sounds, more cool air tickling his snout. He brought up his claws to pry at the shell, forcing it away from his face in a slimy mess until he made a large enough hole to glance out and see foggy images of Ceylon and what appeared to be a massive snake.

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Outside of the egg, Ceylon was ready for the hatching any time. She had been prepared for it from the moment that massive orb slipped from her womb into the nest. Oddly enough, once she had laid it, her desire for self pleasure had dissipated, and her motherly instincts took over. Now, all she wanted was to lay on it, keep it warm, and wait for it to hatch. She couldn't leave to eat, she couldn't leave to hunt, and she couldn't really do anything outside of the den. That was, unless she wanted to sit on the egg and feel it disappear back up into her, which definitely wasn't an option.

She knew that the transformation within would go quickly, since Red's body had taken to the magics with ease thanks to his latent abilities. Still, she couldn't leave the nest, for fear of messing with the flow of the transformation. She slept on it, even though that was difficult for her, and when she wasn't on top of it, she kept her wing wrapped around it for warmth.

The following morning, she was surprised to hear a familiar voice echoing out from the mouth of the den. It was Leera! Evidently she had in fact followed him from the gryphon isle to the Scar of Sauria! Ceylon was quite happy to see her, but still couldn't leave the nest. They chatted, Leera told him of a light blue patterned rex she had met with and had some fun, Ceylon in turn told her the details of Red's desires and transformation. It was a nice little reunion, and that night Leera helped Ceylon with incubating the egg. She coiled around it with Ceylon resting on top.

There was another long night, but the following morning, only a day and a half after she dropped the egg, Ceylon felt a rumbling from within it! She hopped off and Leera slithered away with her, the two of them standing by like expectant parents as the cracks started to form in the brim of the shell.

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"Almost there." Red grunted to himself, the goop of the egg gargling in his throat with every syllable. It should have tasted good, but not so much when he was floating in it for what felt like weeks. He rammed his talon out of the egg to break a few more shards off, exposing his face to the cool air of the nesting room. He blinked to regain sight, and the setting came into focus.

Other than the gooey, shelled mess that was on his bed, his room seemed normal to him, except Ceylon was sitting on her haunches by the door, with a massive naga coiled up next to him. He tried to gasp, but just got more of the gooey albumen in his maw, making him cough and choke.

Ceylon came over to him and started nuzzling at Red's snout, using her beak to prod and peel back the eggshell, slowly exposing more of Red's form. "You won't notice the change at first, visually nothing has been altered." She explained as she grabbed shards of shell and tossed them to the floor.

Red hesitated a moment, relaxing in the cup of shell, completely smothered in gooey mess. Just then, he felt a gradually building sense of desire, a swelling pulse under his tail. "I feel strange. Different, but the same." He managed to mutter under his breath. He felt his neck grow weak as he leaned against the side of the shell, most of his body still submerged in the fluid within it. He was dizzy, woozy, and a little confused that his voice seemed a little higher pitched than it was before.

"That's natural. Do you need help? Your muscles may have grown weak while you were curled up inside the egg. Give it time, your strength will come back." Ceylon assured him, offering a front talon in case Red needed to hold onto something.

But Red had other ideas in mind. "No, not like that, I mean, I have a need. A tingle in my slit. My cloaca is throbbing." He shakily got to his feet, leaving the albumen to drip from his belly and the underside of his tail. The raptor still had most of his strength once he put his mind to it. He then leaned down, slipping his front talon between his ind legs to gently prod at his opening, finding the gentle touch to send shock waves of pleasure up and down his spine. It wasn't hard at all to figure out what had happened. "I-I'm a hen now?"

Ceylon slowly nodded. "Sort of. You are actually omni-gendered. You will switch every few weeks, from having your female parts more prominent to having your male parts more prominent. That way you can breed with any of your people, should you need to, as hen or drake. Right now, you are a hen, and you're going to have some-"

Before Ceylon could finish, Red leapt out of the shell of the egg and wrapped his wing-arms around the gryphon, smearing the albumen into her feathers. He looked past the gryphon and to the naga. "Who is that?" He asked in a whisper.

"That's Leera, my mate. She decided to come and visit us, make sure everything was going well. Plus she wanted to meet you and your people, so she followed me here. She's fine." Ceylon puffed her feathers out and nodded slowly. "Go ahead, go meet her."

Red usually was quite social when it came to meeting new people, but he had just gone through a rather harrowing feeling after being reborn. For that reason, he was a bit more hesitant whenit came to this new serpent. However, he had grown to trust Ceylon, and this Leera gave off a sense of kindness, even if she had a dark side. The raptor sauntered over and bowed to her, extending a talon for her to take. "My Lady." He offered. As he felt her hand in his, he noticed how soft and well-textured her scales were. Though it wasn't his usual behaviour, he found his new gender changes were making him needy and curious, so he squatted down on part of her body near her tail and started rubbing himself on her scales.

To his surprise, she didn't actually pull away in disgust, but instead curled a coil up to rub harder, dragging her spine along his cloaca, the tip of her tail prodding and slipping in before pulling away. "Oh? Someone's a little needy." She giggled at him.

"Yeah, I deliberately made him be in estrus upon hatching. And now he might be a little out of control for a day or two. Well, she might." Ceylon smiled and stepped up to red, who was twitching with his tail raised high, a talon between his legs to part his cloacal lips. "Red, dear, I have a gift for you."

"Is it a drake? Because I could use one right now, and I feel that would be the best to test these new changes." Red responded, stepping away into his kitchen. He rifled through his cupboards until he found another mango. He was hungry, but that's not what he wanted it for. Instead, he started rubbing it against his opening, grinding his hips down on it until it started squirting juice onto the floor.

Ceylon followed him, smiling. "Well I can see the estrus magic worked, which is good. But yes, all joking aside, it is a drake. Me."

Red stopped and cocked his head to the side, feathers flaring out a bit. "What?"

"Remember when we first met? It was late, and I helped you relieve yourself. When you deposited your seed into me, I used my magics to siphon that into a reservoir. I've been keeping a sample of your essence within me, and now it's time for me to give it back." She stepped forward, keeping her head held high as she moved so that her side was to Red. From there, a sheathe slowly formed from the loose skin of her lower belly.

"Oh. Well then." Red smirked, slowly turning and raising his tail to her. "That's quite interesting, I wouldn't want to waste it!" Red, now fully female and Ceylon fully male, presented herself to the gryphon drake.

Ceylon placed his talon on Red's hips, inching forth as his member formed and emerged from the equine-like sheath between his hind legs. Its length started with a barbed, bulbous tip followed by a lightly ridged shaft and a long, six-lobed knot that was still unformed. Right now, it was still relatively thin, for ease of penetration. "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready since I hatched, dear." Red said with a grin, gently pushing back against the gryphon's chest, further smearing the gooey mess of albumen all over the avian's feathers.

Ceylon nodded and lowered his neck so that his beak was at slit-height. He gave a gentle nuzzle under the tail, gently dragging the curve of it along the soft belly scales that lined the base of Red's tail, deliberately avoiding the cloaca itself. A tease.

Red moaned and pushed back, trying to get it so that Ceylon's beak would prod at her opening. "Ceylon, please!" He whimpered, only to chirp as he felt a tentacle wrap around each of his ankles. He glanced back to see Leera had backwards-slithered her back end towards him, her tail tip coiling around one leg, then the other as it prodded at his opening, coaxing a deep rumbling moan from the raptor-hen.

"See? That's more like it." Ceylon cooed at her, talon still resting on Red's rump as he nuzzled under her tail, tongue prodding at the fleshy, swollen opening. "I might have given you too much desire, but that's what I'm here for; I'm going to aid you in your transition." As soon as he was done, Ceylon stepped backwards, watching with a devious grin as Leera's tentacle-tail squeezed the raptor's hind legs.

"What are you doing?" Red asked, her tail still high in the air as he fell to all fours. She had to use her front talons to keep balance as Leera gently tugged at him to pull him out of the kitchen and back into the nesting-room with the gryphon and naga. She struggled at first, protesting every reverse step of the way, only to stop when she realized that Ceylon was just choosing the more comfortable place to mate. "Oh, I see. Well then, go on!" She stepped out of Leera's coils and pressed her snout to Ceylon's chest, teasing and chirping in encouragement.

Ceylon played along, tapping talon to Red's rump, burying his beak under the raptor's tail to nuzzle at the belly scales. He dipped his talon in the albumen of the egg, lubricating himself up to the elbow with one fluid motion before slapping it up against Red's belly and slipping a few fingers inside to moisten and slicken Red's cloaca from the outside in.

Naturally, Red lifted her tail as high as it would go, chirping and chattering arousal with every motion. She pushed back and grinded her hips against the slick fingers that parted her ventral scale, wanting more and more of it. To her surprise, a moment later he felt the thick girth of Leera's tail - covered in lubrication from the egg - joining Ceylon's talons to penetrate her, plunging deeper and deeper as the tapered length stretched and distended him.

It should have hurt, but Red loved every moment of it. The pressure, the friction, the sliding texture of the soft scales and even the more rough digits of Ceylon's talon, it all felt so good that she was curling her toes, scratching up the wood of his den's floor.

Ceylon parted his fingers inside red as he used his other hand to grab a hold of the hen's rump, holding her in place as he shifted forward. He stood up on his hind feet and used his hands for balance as he aimed his barbed tip at the moist, tender opening of Red's cloaca. He pulled Leera's tail from her depths, leaving her whimpering and needy thanks to this new emptiness.

"Please?" Red whimpered, pushing her hips back and grinding as hard as he could, hoping to find something to prod at her sex. She was satisfied a moment later as she felt the bulge of Ceylon's barbed tip slipping into her with ease. She immediately winced as she felt the sharpness of the barbs splaying out inside her, forcing her to clench down. It didn't help.

Ceylon shuffled forward, deep powerful voice whispering int Red's ears. "It'll be fine, promise. Just relax, okay?" He bucked his hips, member slipping deeper and deeper into Red's cloaca until the un-inflated bulge of his knot pressed to the distended ventral scales. "Are you ready?"

Red gulped and nodded slowly, a gentle trill coming from her chest. That was all the affirmation Ceylon needed to go on.

With one powerful bucking of his hips, Ceylon forced his knot into Red's depths, the girth of it expanding and inflating the very second his bulges felt her flesh swallow him. He let out a deep, rumbling growl as her ventral scales squeezed against the neck of his member, sucking on his growing knot as the pressure within built. Before being completely tied, Ceylon bit down on Red's neck as the first spurts of precum erupted into her depths.

There was a growling in unison as both pushed back against the other, grinding hips and bucking gently at each other. Ceylon was sure to be gentle, since he didn't want to hurt the hen's new cloaca, but Red just wanted more and more. Even as Ceylon's thick knot grew to the size of two fists pressed wrist to wrist, she squeezed and wanted more.

After a moment of depositing squirt after squirt of hot lubrication into Red's birth canal, Ceylon let go of the raptor's neck and pressed his weight down on her hind legs, knot still firmly lodged deep. He shifted his hind legs, each motion rotating the massive bulbs of his knot against Red's twitching vaginal flesh. His own hind claws started curling as he felt the pleasure of that tight canal massaging him, coaxing the first messy burst of raptor seed. The gryphon drake had to hold back a powerful roar, which in turn became a meek whimper.

"What's the matter?" Red asked as she looked back over her shoulder, a broad smile across her wide maw. She could feel the warmth of seed splashing against her inner walls, and every twitch of Ceylon's knot within her made her whimper and squeeze her pelvic muscles. One after another, more and more seed burst into her. The more she felt, the more she wanted.

However, Ceylon wasn't so sure of his willingness to give it all. "Nothing is the matter, but I think...I think I will save some for myself." He hopped off Red's back, lifting one leg over the raptor's hind end so that the two were looking away from each other, rump to rump. Ceylon dug all four of his claws into the ground and pulled, his knot popping out of Red's vent with ease, followed by a messy, gaping hole and a dribble of seed that he immediately turned and licked up, ensuring none of it went to waste.

Red lowered her tail and got into a laying position, whimpering as she felt the sloshing of seed in her womb. That would be turned into eggs soon. "Is that going to be enough?" She asked, before curling up and burying her snout under her tail, gently lapping at her sensitive, messy folds. She needed to clean herself, in order to feel dignified like a proper hen.

Ceylon sat back on his haunches, Cock laying flat in a puddle of lubrication and seed as it shriveled and shrunk, retreating into the sheathe that seemed to stretch and distend into the gryph's belly, disappearing entirely. He was female again, with no balls or sheath. "Well, it should be enough, for sure. Just, eat properly, enjoy yourself, and don't be surprised if the eggs come faster than you might expect." She leaned in to nuzzle at Red, purring gently. "I hope I've given you what it is you want. What you need."

Red finished cleaning herself, then curled up on the floor next to her bed, cradling her somewhat bloated belly. "Of course! I don't know how to thank you enough!" Her feathers trilled and flared out a bit as she smiled. The smallest leak of fluid dribbled out from under her tail, which she happily lapped up and gulped down.

"You don't have to thank us." Leera offered from behind Ceylon. "Your happiness is thanks enough. But as Cey said, do be wary. You are going to be a mother, soon. You have a lot of responsibility now." She slithered forth and flicked her tongue at Red's snout in a snake-kiss.

"So what now? What's next?" Red asked, blinking as he looked around the messy room that was slathered in precum, seed, albumen, and shell.

"That's up to you, my friend. Our job here is done, the rest is up to you." Ceylon leaned in and offered a beak rub before walking out the door into the kitchen with Leera in tow.

The raptor opened his mouth to ask for more information, but stopped himself when he felt another shift within his belly. He would be fine. He wanted to ask when he would see them again, but knew it wouldn't be long. With his needs satisfied - at least for now, Red walked out to the plateau of his den and watched as Ceylon flew away into the sunrise, Leera's shrunken form curled up on his back.

The volcano in the distance began its rumble, telling the world it was time to wake up and enjoy a new day.

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Though he took some time to bask in the glow of the morning sun, Red soon realized that her den was an utter mess, and it needed to be cleaned. Egg shells everywhere, gooey slime on the floor, and curls of wood clawmarks everywhere. Her home needed to be cleaned, but first she needed to eat. Eat or clean. She couldn't decide what to do first.

Of course, she had to eat first. She needed the energy to clean and tidy her home, and her cupboards were emptied thanks to Ceylon and Leera, so she needed to get out and harvest some mango or catch some fish. She would be gravid soon enough, and needed the resources to nourish them. Of course food came first.

After glancing through her storage to see if any food remained, she didn't manage to find any fruits lying around, so she took to eating what many saurians ate: The yolk and albumen of the egg, which she quickly gobbled up before the flight. There were many options for noms, be they fruits from the volcanic isle, or fish or...well, anything, really. The Scar of Sauria was a veritable buffet of food, even if she chose not to prey on any of her kind. Mammoths, Scaled Buffalo, fish, lizards, mice, and dozens of others would taste great, but for now she was more interested in fruit, and the greatest bounty came in the foothills of the volcanic rock island.

Once she was fully ready, she spread her wings and dove off her front plateau, gliding out over the incline of the mountain, flying north across the Scar of Sauria, past the Rockwood, and over top of the northern treeline and the Scalian Strait to reach the Volcano island. The trip took her a few hours, but she was content knowing that she was heading into that dangerous zone for a reason.

The volcanic island to the northwest of Red's den and the prehistoric plains was of course a dangerous place to go, since there was often a cloud of smoke circling above, and there was always a risk of magma flows. However, the fruit that grew there was absolutely stunning, delicious, plump, and plentiful. Apparently the ash and heat from the volcano helped keep the soil fertile.

Still, Red felt that the best course of action was to fly in, grab a few sacks full of fruit, and leave. The morning's rumbling had already passed and now the mouth of the volcano was belching its smoke into the sky.

Before landing she flew around the rim of the island, keeping a keen eye to the ground to watch for glowing red or orange. She didn't want to land anywhere near the thin streams of lava that might show. Eventually, she saw a perfect tree dangling over a waterfall that had dozens of round, ripe fruits that must have been ready to drop any time.

She landed near the base of the tree and tossed her satchels to the side, focusing her energy on climbing and grabbing at the fruit without puncturing the skin. She needed it to last for a week, and if she poked at the skin, it would rot on her before the morning. One after another, she got a dozen of the round, yellow and red faded fruits and put them in her satchel. Once she had enough, she tossed it back over her flanks and kicked off the cliff, returning home over the sea.

Red had a lot to think about in her time flying and gliding over the sea and plains of her island. How many eggs would she produce? What would she name them? Would they be little Red-Raptor Clones? Would they have gryphon features? So many things could have distracted her, but not a single thought crossed her mind that was in any way negative. She was gravid, and going to have a clutch of raptor chicks all of her own!

She returned to her den without further issue. She wanted to speak with her people, to tell of her pregnancy and share in her joy, but above all else she had a strong and suddenly intense desire to clean that den of hers. Her need wasn't just a regular feeling that she needed to clean up, but an instinct-driven demand that she prepare her nest for the eggs.

After a few hours of contemplative gliding southbound over the scar, she was tired but still immediately energized when she finally arrived. She had a whole den of opportunity to make this cave a home! She dropped the satchels of fruit by the wayside at the front door as she rushed to the nesting room. The egg had been completely cleared of the mess within it when she gobbled it up before her flight, so the shell was easy to clean up.

Red daintily grabbed the husk of the shell, which was still mostly in one piece with a few cracks lining it and a hole in the upper half where she emerged. She stood up straight and carried it out to the front of her home, where she chucked it over the side of the mountain, disposing of it. She knew that it would bio-degrade over time, or that something would find use of it.

In and out she went, grabbing piles of shell pieces and tossing them out over the cliff as well. Over the course of nearly an hour, she had completely removed all traces of eggshell except one - a chunk that looked much like a raptor. She was going to keep that and make a piece of art out of it for later, something she would remember this experience by.

There wasn't much she could do about the moist patches from the egg slime on her floorboards, those would dry up on their own and she didn't want to waste any water on it. Besides, it left a sweet, eggy aroma in her den, and that was another pleasant reminder of her changes.

Another hour was spent in her kitchen, sorting out the fruits as best she could from largest to smallest, lining up the plates and cups, and making sure the place was clean of any mess. That spilled over into the actual living room den, where she painstakingly ensured that the mats, chairs, couches, and tables were all angled properly. She wanted to make sure that the place was entirely clean and ready so her chicks could make a mess of it upon hatching.

She smiled at the thought of a half dozen little raptors scampering about in her home. She would have to get some sort of fence or something to keep them from jumping down over the cliffs, but other than that, she felt the home was quite well kept, and it was time to sleep.

Red grabbed the largest fruit she had harvested and lumbered to her bedroom, curling up in her nest as she chomped on the flesh of her snack. It was time to sleep, she had a very eventful day. Reborn that morning, went for a harvest and came back, cleaned her house of egg, tidied up, and prepared herself for the coming eggs. Ceylon had told her that she was probably going to expect to lay within the next few days, due tot he accelerated rate in which these changes happened, so she wanted to make sure she was prepared.

Her thoughts dissipated as she slipped into sleep. Indeed, the day had been long, and she felt it as she rested her head on the side of her nest, arms, legs, and tail curled around her belly.

That would be full of eggs, soon.

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The following morning, Red woke with a snort and a hiss as she rolled onto her back. She felt at her belly to find the form of a few bulging eggs pressing out against her scales. Se smiled and chuckled to herself as her thoughts raced back to the warning that her pregnancy would likely be accelerated. A pleasant idea to wake to.

As she rolled over, she was shocked to see Ceylon, curled up on the floor next to her nest. At first, she was going to let out a surprised cry, but then stopped herself when she realized how little good that would do her. Instead, she chirped at the gryphon. "Good morning, burd."

Ceylon shifted as well, blinking as she brought her head up to look at Red. "Good morning to you, as well. Did you sleep comfortably?"

"I would say so, yes. What brings you back to my den? Is there something you need? Something you forgot to tell me?" Red slowly shifted her weight until her legs were hanging over the side of the nest, her tail outstretched and its tip touching the opposite wall.

"Well, I never really left, actually. I did go away, but I was hungry. Leera and I went out on a hunt together to get something to eat and when I returned, you were already asleep. I wouldn't dream ++of leaving you alone in this transformative time. I want to make sure that everything goes well, and if something happens you need aid, I'd rather be here by your side than away on another island hundreds of kilometers away." She got to her feet and stretched out each of her legs, then her wings before leaning up into Red, nuzzling at her chin. "Besides, Leera decided she wanted to visit some of the locals on her own time, so I wanted the company."

Red flushed under her feathers, happy to hear that Ceylon enjoyed her company. She laid her front talon on her belly, the pressure making a grinding sensation as the eggs shifted in her womb. "Well I am feeling well so far, but the eggs have already formed. Is that good?"

Ceylon nodded. "That's in line with my expectations. I'm still getting used to using this method to transform others, so I want to observe your progress as time goes on." The gryphon leaned in and pressed her talon to Red's flank, feeling the bulges within. "Yep, and they're already at half size. You should actually be able to lay them tomorrow, if my extrapolations are correct."

Both of them left the bedroom, grabbing one fruit each before laying down on the front plateau. Red made a joke about the time. "Look at the angle of the sun. If I am correct, we will be feeling-" She was interrupted by a gradually intensifying rumble beneath them, signaling the start of the day. "A deep rumble as the land wakes!" As she grinned, she came to realize that, before the transformation, she would always be woken up by the rumble, and she would gradually fight the early morning fatigue to get into her daily routine. Now, with the promise of a clutch, she was eager to wake and perky before that daily rumble.

"It's nice to see you are so cheerful today, Red!" Ceylon chirped as she stretched her wings. "Might it have something to do with your chicks?"

Red nodded enthusiastically. "I think so, I just can't wait! Here I am, with eggs in my womb. I'm gravid for the first time in my life and I couldn't be happier. I want to share it with the world! I would shout it from atop my mountain home, but I don't think anyone would hear it. But you know what? I think I'll do if anyway!" She got to all fours and spread her wings, calling out as loud as she could. "I am gonna be a mum!"

As ruffled her feathers and crouched back down on her belly - careful to keep her body from pressing too heavy against the eggs - Ceylon leaned into her and preened at her feathers. "You know, if you're so keen on sharing, today's the day to do it. Tomorrow, you might be too heavy to carry yourself in flight, if you know what I mean." She winked and chirped, feathers puffing out in cheer.

That's when Red realized what it was she wanted to do. Immediately, she hopped up to her hind legs and spread her wings. Before Ceylon could protest, the raptor leapt over the ledge of the plateau, gliding out towards the Rockwood. There, her friends the raptor pack were waiting, their women al in the nesting grounds.

She flew fast and flew hard, gliding over the plains and trees, eventually landing in a clearing near where the raptor pack called their home. Ceylon landed behind her and immediately asked what was going on, sine they couldn't really speak while flying together.

"Red, my dear, warn me next time! What's here?"

Red brought a talon to her lips, shushing Ceylon. "Don't be too loud."

But it was too late, Ceylon had already stirred up the raptors that were lining the clearing. Over a dozen different locals jumped from the bushes, including Greatwater and Fireclaw. They were lunging forward on powerful legs, ready to jump up and slice a hole in Ceylon's side before Red jumped between them. As a hen, her scent and look were noticeably different, but the raptors recognized her nearly instantly and backed off.

"Packmates!" Red chirped in the saurian language. "How are you?"

Fireclaw, the leader of this little ambush party, growled back. "We are well. I see you bring the gryphon again. Is she here of pure heart? Or does she have devious intent?"

Red went to explain, but Ceylon interrupted with her own version of the Saurian language, a more elegant sounding version with more chirps and trills. "Actually, I am here with Red. I have aided your companion here in her desires to have a family of her own. She has guided me here, presumably so she can have her clutch among her peers. Her family."

"You speak saurian?" Red chuckled. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Ceylon shrugged. "I didn't think it was necessary. Now it is. And I speak many languages, but prefer the common tongue. Either way, that is why you are here, right? To lay with your people?"

With an enthusiastic nod, Red confirmed. "Yup! I couldn't think of a better place to make a proper nest for a clutch of eggs, and I would be honored to see them hatch here with my people."

Fireclaw slipped in closer and gave Red a sniff. "Hen? I always thought you to be a drake."

"It's a long story." Red explained, her feathers ruffling in pride.

Once the raptors accepted Ceylon's presence, buoyed by the trust they had for Red, they invited the couple through the tight valley into the plateau of the hilly region of the Rockwood, where all their females were staying, protecting their clutches. Behind them each was a small building, filled with supplies and perfect for retreating into when the weather got too bad to stay out. As they arrived by following a small stream up the mountains, they emerged to see the raptor's home. The plateau was mostly round, surrounded by trees and with a rim of high cliffs up into the mountains. There were only two entrances, both on opposite sides with mountains on the remaining two sides. It was a cozy, quiet location with a lake in the middle that drained out by a tiny creek, the same creek they had followed to arrive.

"Welcome to our nesting grounds." Fireclaw introduced.

Red had been there before, usually just to visit and see the newly hatched chicks when that season arrived. This time, he wanted to be one of the hens that were laying. He wasn't going to play den-mother, instead she would just be mother!

Both Red and Ceylon took a moment to go around and introduce themselves to the many raptor mothers who were waiting for their clutches to hatch. There were over a dozen of them, but not a single one had a chick yet. The youngest of the pack were out learning to hunt with the older ones that weren't protecting the entrance to the nesting grounds. Red made sure that each and every raptor in the valley knew of Ceylon and didn't deem her a threat. That was important, of course. It wasn't until a hunting party returned that Some of the mothers were able to get up and go take their share of the meat, the hunters with bellies full and face covered in blood, would then replace the mothers on the nests.

Fireclaw and the other raptors returned to protecting the entrance as Junglebird came hopping over, having just come back from a hunt with blood on her snout. She had a bulging belly, but wasn't anywhere near ready to make nest and lay. "Red? Is that you? You're different! Larger, and...not a drake?" She leaned in close to sniff under Red's tail, chirping with curiosity.

"Yes, dear. It is a very long story. Come, show me to your nest, and I will tell you all about it!"

A moment of hesitation passed in Junglebird before she happily chirped and bounded away, leading them to her nest. Ceylon and Red followed, and the three of them sat in a circle around the nest that Junglebird was deemed with laying on to keep warm. While there, they chatted about the season, Red and Ceylon explained the magics at work (which Junglebird seemed skeptical of), and that Red could now have babied of her own. This made Junglebid happy, but then she was curious about how she had a clutch if Red was previously infertile.

The only explanation Ceylon could think up was that, perhaps it worked, or perhaps she had been with another, or maybe she was one of the rare raptors who produced eggs even when they weren't fertilized. Either way, she was gravid, and they had to wait to find out if she was to be a mother or not.

Midway durung the conversation, Red started digging at the ground, parting the dirt and forming a round rim around herself so that she could relax there. Ceylon watched closely, taking not of the raptor's every movements, and despite the fact that she was speaking the whole time, engaging in conversation about offspring and seasons and protection, she seemed ot be in a trance. Red as hypnotized by the desire to make this nest in the dirt.

"So, uh, Red, how's the nest?" Ceylon asked, poking a talon at the dirt that had been piled up around her.

"I like it! Very comfortable, I feel. Will make a great place for my eggs." She shifted and wiggled her rump back and forth, pressing her hops to the ground as her claws gently kneaded at the dirt, making it soft beneath her. A smile slowly formed across her snout as she got comfortable, a sudden weight lifting from her and a certain feeling of contentedness washing over her. "Yes, this is quite nice! I don't think I'll ever leave this spot until my hatchlings have come!"

"What if you have to, you know...pee?" Junglebird suggested.

Red's eyes went wide. "Well, I guess I'll have to hold it in! I'd really rather not think about it, to be honest." She shuffled in ehr spot again, her gently rocking motions parting more of the dirt and sand to the ridges around her. Once she was comfortable, she laid her head down on the dirt in front of her and smiled, making a raspberry noise at Ceylon.

"So is that a sign? Is that time for you to sleep or something?" Ceylon asked as she sat up straight with her talons crossed over each other.

"Not at all! Like I said, I'm just comfortable! This is really nice, you know?" She looked up and around to the various raptors that were all lining the opening around the lake. She felt like she was home, moreso than her den in the mountains. If nothing else, she knew that even if Ceylon left she would have family there to protect her eggs. Even knowing that, she enjoyed the company of the bird.

The three of them had their fun for the majority of the day, with the other raptors from the hunt periodically coming over to see and poke at Red's belly. Fireclaw's heart was warmed as she laid her head to Red's flank, hearing the grinding and gurgling within her belly. Greatwater and Stonetooth both came over to visit as well, bringing her a slab of meat from the hunt, which she shared with Junglebird. Smallstar came over to visit, but then left as quickly as she arrived, because she was still a little too young to breed. She didn't quite have that motherly instinct.

Red actually stayed up quite late that night, and she and Ceylon were both still awake after the other raptors had gone to sleep. The mothers were curled up on and around their eggs int he dirt, with the others in the huts, out hunting, or guarding the entrances to the valley. Her mind wouldn't stop racing, thinking about the coming chicks. No matter what happened, she couldn't get her mind off it all.

Ceylon easily picked up on this, sidling up next to the raptor at night for a snuggle. "You gonna be okay?" The gryphon asked, her feathers puffing out for warmth. "You nervous?"

"Mostly just really excited, actually. I know it's a huge step and it has all come so quickly, but it's something I've wanted all my life, and I can't thank you enough for what you've done. Tell me, Ceylon, is there anything you would like from me as a form of thanks for your immeasurable kindness?" She shifted again, feeling the eggs moving inside.

A smile slowly spread across Ceylon's beak as she thought of a response. "As I said before, all I want is for you to continue watching over the valley. I want you to protect your people, I want you to be happy, and I want these people to be safe. So all I ask is that you take care of the chicks once they've hatched. Do that, and you will have honored me just fine."

With that knowledge in mind, Red finally curled up and decided it was time to let sleep take over. She wasn't tired, but she knew if she didn't sleep now, she wouldn't be awake in time for the morning rumble of the volcano. She closed her eyes and thought about the wonder that must have befallen the other mothers, and what it would be like to lay her first batch. She had been with others plenty, but it was different when it was her, the dynamic had completely changed.

The raptors of the valley's nesting ground were all so kind to her, so encouraging, so helpful. Just what she wanted. Deep down inside, she felt an overwhelming wave of vindication, knowing her kindness was finally being repaid. That final thought in her mind allowed her to drift off into her dreams with a smile on her face.

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Unlike the previous mornings, Red was woken abruptly by a violent tremor rocking her body. She felt all her muscles tensing up at once, her torso squeezing at her womb in a violent clench. She groaned and gritted her teeth, frustrated by the fact that she had been son rudely woken by this. It wasn't until she rubbed her eyes of the muck that had accumulated overnight, feeling a gooey puddle under her tail that she realized what was happening.

She was going into labor.

Red was quite excited for this moment, but she wasn't ready. She was still groggy from sleep when that first contraction took hold of her, and she wanted Ceylon. Her breaths grew ragged as she looked around, maw open and tongue lolled out with a tiny puff of steam erupting from her snout every time she exhaled. Where was Ceylon? She saw the other mothers still lying down, curled around their eggs, illuminated by the light of the moon, but no Ceylon.

"Well, I guess I am going ahead with this, without her!" Red grunted to herself as she shuffled on her hind legs so that her talons were beneath her. She was in a squatting position now, that way she could lift up once the eggs emerged from under her tail and push them to the side to make room for the next one. Again, she looked around to the other mother raptors, and for a moment she wondered why none were coming over to help her.

However, these raptors must have gone through labor two or three times a year each, so they all knew that no help would be needed. To them, this wasn't a matter of a raptor's first clutch, it was just another hen laying another batch of eggs, just like many other days in the valley. It seemed callous, but given their culture and society, it made perfect sense.

Still, Red would have appreciated someone there to help her through it, to coddle her and give her assurances. That would have been quite nice.

Another powerful contraction squeezed her womb tight, and she felt the nearest egg slip into position, sliding into her birth canal with ease. As it wiggled through the magnum, it made her nethers tingle a bit before resting heavy in her isthmus, the narrow end of it prodding into her uterus, where it rested a moment before plunging deep into her vagina. She felt every motion, the rough textured surface of the egg pressing out against her tender walls. Though the contraction had finished and she was ready for a rest, she pushed down on it as hard as it would go, trying to force it out in one fluid motion, which only exhausted her and didn't make any progress.

She wanted that egg. Deep down inside she knew that her best course of action was to wait it out and let it come, but she was growing impatient. If her body was going to accelerate the process, then damn it she wanted it now!

Red paused a moment and took in a long, deep inhalation amidst her more rapid, shallow breaths, closing her eyes and focusing on her cloaca and everything within it. She tried to push down on it again, only to fail and fall onto her side, panting heavily in frustration. "Just come out, okay?" She coaxed, lifting one leg and curling her tail around for balance.

Her maw hung open and tiny little puffs of breath billowed out twice a second as another contraction hit her, this one forcing the first egg to descend and shift, the end of it poking out between her belly scales, partially pulling her cloaca muscles out with it. It was covered in slime, her birthing fluid, and it was sliding out of her with ease. "W-wow, it feels so much bigger than that." She commented to herself in between ragged breaths.

The thickest part was resting just inside her, so she closed her eye and pushed down as best she could, forcing the it out of her with a gooey plop. It landed with a thud, almost instantly drying in the dirt beneath her. She leaned over to give it a lick, to clean it of, but as soon as she moved she felt another shift within her as the remaining eggs lined up through her reproductive tract, ready to pop out one at a time.

Now that the first one had passed, she was confident the following would come much easier. Her passage had relaxed and loosened up, and the other eggs were rumbling and grinding around inside, the next one nearly at her birth canal already. She was about to push again, another manual squeeze, but then she heard the gentle fluttering of wings nearby.

Red looked up to see Ceylon descending between her and the lake, a massive fish in her beak. She went to call out, only to have another contraction clench her womb and shift the eggs again, forcing the second one to slip out of her cloaca, distending the belly scales around it.

"Are you okay?" Ceylon whispered as she dropped the fish, trotting over quietly to ensure she didn't wake any of the other raptor mothers that were around. "You weren't supposed to go into labor until noon at least! Exponential accelerated growth, interesting. I will have to remember that!"

Rather than interrupt or whine, Red just looked up to Ceylon with empty eyes that barely held back the tears. Were they tears of happiness or pain? Red didn't know, but she felt both joy and discomfort at the same time, and she gained another healthy dose of respect for the raptors who went through this every other season.

"Well you seem to be doing well!" Ceylon congratulated in hushed excitement as she leaned in to rub her beak against Red's neck. The gryphoness slid in past her and curled up behind Red, using her own belly as a pillow for Red to lean on. "Use me, relax, enjoy it, okay? It will be over soon and you'll have a healthy clutch of eggs!"

Red nodded enthusiastically, her breaths still short and producing tiny puffs of mist. She felt another contraction welling up in her nethers, so she grunted and pushed at the same time, doublig the pressure and doubling the volume of eggs that plopped out from under her tail. Two came out at once in quick succession, landing in with the first one, nestled in the curl of her tail. She looked down with a weak smile as she let her tongue lay out. "I-I'm gonna be a mama!" She chirped to the gryphon.

Ceylon trilled in response, her feathers expanding to make a pillow of down for the raptor to lean against while she was passing her eggs. She leaned her beak in close to Red's ear and nuzzled, whispering, "And you're going to be a father, too!"

It took Red a few moments to realize what that meant, until she leaned back and felt the firm surface of a large egg resting in the very abdomen she was leaning against. It clicked, and her mind darted back to the conversation they had prior, where Ceylon said she 'kept some' of Red's seed for herself. She must have reverted back to female, and allowed it to impregnate her with an egg! "So, you are..." Red started, only to have another grunting contraction halt her voice.

"Yup! You and I, together. I can feel my egg coming, too, which is why I went to get us some fish. I wanted to make sure you were well fed, because once the eggs are laid, you pretty much have to stay here to take care of them. Might be a few days, even with your accelerated metabolism, before they hatch and you can go hunting again." Ceylon paused a moment and closed her eyes, taking in a long, deep breath as a teal mist started emanating from her beak, eyes, and under her tail. A minute or so later, she grunted heavily, a spatter of fluid emerging from her meaty pussy lips.

"Already" Red choked out between brisk breaths. She was holding off from the next contraction so the egg wouldn't come out all at once. However, she couldn't control it, and the next big squeeze came before she could ask anything farther, the pressure lodging the egg in her cloaca, ready to pop out. She panted and huffed and lolled her tongue out enough that she was drooling, her talon raised to grab at Ceylon's belly for support. Her tail remained curved and her leg up high to keep the pressure off her cloaca, and that's when she noticed the muscle spasms in Ceylon's body.

The gryphon had a bit more experience with eggs, so she wasn't as pained or exhausted by the motions. Of course she wasn't, she had just passed an egg the size of Red a few days prior, and had enough of that transformation magic in her to morph to male, impregnate Red with his own seed, then morph back to female.

Red could see and feel the egg shifting inside Ceylon, followed by her female parts gaping wide and drooling birthing fluid all over the place, the white shell of the egg emerging just within her vulva. A pervy part of Red wanted to lean over and lick her folds to help the egg come through, but that thought was immediately halted as another contraction forced the egg from her depths, making that four. Four soon-to-be chicks were there, ready to hatch. She felt nearly empty now, the pressure of the eggs having gone and her reproductive tract relaxing. There was at least one more inside her, but she wasn't so worried now.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Ceylon chirped at the raptor, using her wing to wrap around Red's upper body in a hug.

"No, not really. I mean, the contractions are a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. I'm not done yet, I don't think." She took in a long, whimpering breath as she pushed her snout into Ceylon's wing, nuzzling at it as another contraction squeezed at the remaining eggs, coaxing another shift into her birth canal.

Ceylon slipped her head around and nuzzled at Red's pelvic region, pressing her ears to her belly to see how many more were inside. "Well, it seems like this one is the last one. If there were more than five, I'd be shocked." She assured Red. Before the raptor could respond, she extended her beak forward and licked around the rim of her cloaca, tasting the birthing fluids and cleaning the goop off the egg.

Another moment passed when Red wasn't sure what to make of that, but her instincts told her that raptors would have done that to ease a pained egg-lay, since it helped to loosen the flesh and moisten the egg. Perhaps that was why she herself had the inkling to bury her tongue in Ceylon's open pussy, rather than any perverted desires. Yeah, that's what she wanted to believe, herself. Even so, she felt the tongue's massage loosened her up, and the final egg plopped out of her with ease, leaving her gaping, the cool morning air tickling at the walls of her birth canal.

Before she could even comment on it, she fell back and splayed out both arms and both legs, leaving her tail curled up around the clutch to keep them in place. She was exhausted, and needed to use Ceylon as a rest. "How do you do this?" She asked, her head curled back and upside down over the gryphon's shoulder.

"It's not all bad, really. Usually, the eggs I produce are unfertilized, so I can just sell them as a delicacy to nobles, or just eat them myself. I do this for fun. This egg, however, is all yours. Little raptor-gryph inside, and they're all yours!" Ceylon winked before slipping out from under Red, leaving the raptor to fall flat on her back.

"So I get to play mom and dad?" She asked, nearly squeaking in joy.

Ceylon nodded before walking around, resting her hind end in the crook of Red's tail in a squat. She arched her back up high and spread her wings, grunting as she forced the egg out of her.

Red tilted to the side to get a better look, seeing the distended lips of the gryphon's backside stretching out around the crown of the egg, a slimy mess of goop dripping out over her clitoris to splat in a puddle between her hind legs. Red immediately rolled to her talons, keeping her tail curled around the eggs, cradling them and keeping them from slipping away.

"Almost there." Ceylon assured Red, her back still arched and tail lifted. The gryphon squatted down as far as she would go, pressing the end of the egg to the ground before grunting and lurching forward. As she took a step, she pulled from the egg, leaving it there in the dirt of Red's nest, eventually toppling over.

Red coiled her tail up even tighter to keep all of the eggs together. Ceylon's was the largest, easily three times the size of the other ones, but still small enough that Red could rest her soft-scaled belly on top of it and keep it warm for the following days.

Content and feeling fuliled, Red shuffled over and used her talons and belly to shift each of the eggs into place, the big one in front and the other ones behind in her mud-made nest. She laid her body down flat on them, resting so that she was putting most of her weight on her hind talons. She wanted to press her soft scales to the eggshell, but not put all her weight on them. Once she found a comfortable position, she curled her tail up around them and rested her snout on the rim of the nest, her chest softly pressing down on the largest egg.

"I'll get you a meal." Ceylon offered as she trotted back to the fish that she'd left at the shore of the lake. She gave it a quick clean before bringing it back up to Red, clean and slick.

Red gulped it down with ease as Ceylon curled up around her, the both of them resting head on the other's rump. It was a yin and yang of two different kind of raptors, enjoying the gift of life that they had, together, created.

Despite the many complications in the transformation and pregnancy, both between Ceylon's rebirth of Red and Red's production of the eggs within her, the actual gestation period lasted a normal length of time. Nearly three weeks. This allowed Ceylon to stick around just long enough to ensure the clutch hatched fine and without any problems before disappearing into the sunset.

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Red's offspring were well liked among the raptors. Of her five eggs, two were males, the other three females. All of them were some variation of Red's own coloration, the cream bellies and variant patterns of red, orange, and yellow. The gryphon-raptor egg that Ceylon left him with was also female, and this one was very similar, but was feathered throughout her whole body, with wings of black and stripes rather than speckles.

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True to her word, Ceylon's magic altered Red's body just in the right way that, when the eggs had hatched and the motherly instincts dissipated, she regained use of her phallus. His phallus. He used this to his advantage, depositing seed in Junglebird - for real this time.

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Months later, before the season ended, Red's brother Kitnip came to visit. Though only a tiny mouse, he was perfect size for the hatchlings to gobble up, and that was certainly a tale for another day. Those raptor young chased that mouse all over the den. The gryphon-raptor chick even grabbed the mouse up in her jaws and just about swallowed him until Red caught her, tugging that poor mouse out by his dangling tail!

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All in all, Red became both a happy mother and a happy father to her first clutch, but she was sure that wasn't going to be the last batch of eggs she produced. Ceylon visits from time to time, but That gryphon isn't too keen on young, so she doesn't stay for long. Still, that doesn't stop the goddess of transformation from visiting her friend - The saintly titled Guardian of the Saurians - in this last vestige of prehistoric times, the Scar of Sauria.